Reincarnated Swordmaster

The Golden Ingot!

I was familiar with the word. Whether it was internal or external, it meant absolute self-defense in the field, and it was known as the legend of Moorish itself. Some thought that it was a very hard and strong looking exopore, but its meaning was not so simple.

True metallurgical indecision essentially prevented the onslaught of the stronglandscape from being inflicted with wounds on the blood, and even during a spiritual feast such as the Victory Sword. If this were possible, an implicit agreement was made between the top masters of the Muslims to be called the golden indestructible.

This peculiar agreement was made because very few elite figures thought to have emerged in Moorish because of the metallurgical inference. There were not many masters who regarded it as a fiction created by the worship and reverence of one extreme point in those who master the pores.

In other words, hallucinations!

I told the gumma because I was out of my mind.

"What do you mean, indestructible? That's the power of being an apostle of the emperor..."

"The biggest evidence is that you didn't show off your organs."

As I said, the black horse glanced at the zero-sum.

"Boarding. What do you think? I think the Hundred Hundred is the golden goose, but do you agree?"

The swordsman nods heavily.

"... admit it."

"......!!"

"The previous attack contained the power of a single blow because of my immaturity. Humans would have burst into dozens of pieces after being crucified at the time of the attack. Nevertheless, the Hundred Hundred Hundred Wounds ended with his wound. That must be the Golden Ingot!"

I couldn't have doubted hearing the words of the shameless sword. No one can give a different interpretation unless these two are notarized. If that were possible, it would be the Liberian Church, the twelve Gospels, or the unspeakable.

After a while, I shuddered my scar with my trembling hands again with my fingers. Then, this time, the wound healed without even leaving a scar.

"Huff."

"Scary. That's a lot of regenerative energy..."

She was looking at me with truly astonishing eyes. Even so, the demitassifier of the demitassifier was a demitassifier refined by a supernatural master for nearly a hundred years. It was normal to get injured or die even if you were to pull out the self reinforcement force with a strong internal force after being hit by the sword. I don't understand how I can be healthy because I was hit by such a thing and not even a single meal.

Then Jegalsa, who was watching next to me, laughed.

"Hey, Hung Woong."

"Why?"

Ser Leung

Zegalsa pulled out the Longsword. I thought about it and looked at him.

"Let's take a swing at him."

"Son of a bitch!"

I was startled and uttered an insult, but Jegalsa calmly replied.

"Why? We have to test the renewability of the steel barrier. That way we can find out how long it lasts and lower the chance of death. Just a couple of times..."

"That makes sense. Stop it!"

I felt so confused that I had been able to catch my breath with the Zegalsa. Ordinary unmanned people were not odd when they just saw a lump of steel and felt a great emotion or were moved. However, that crazy Mad Madosa wants to learn about the performance of the gills by pulling on my belly. I have been acting as a colleague and have not been able to feel well, but he was also a real fanatic.

The black horse looked at Jegalsa for a moment with bored eyes and turned to me.

"Hundred. Zegalsa's words are not wrong either. It's just not the most extreme way to backfire. I don't think it's too bad you hurt yourself to find out."

"Hmmm..."

"Take a quick test."

Once she convinced me, I was able to recover my calm. And then, thinking for a moment, I picked up my own sword and began to draw it against my forearm.

If I cut into my body a sword that didn't load with any energy without pulling the trigger...

Bloop!

As soon as the first experiment started, blood was spilled. However, even though I pressed the blade with considerable force, the blade did not go in more than half an inch. It felt like my body had changed into something resilient and flexible. I trembled because I felt like my muscles were not cut at all.

"So this time, you put your teeth in your swords..."

The blood flows, but it feels the same. When I cut my forearm with a considerable internal force, I cut it a little deeper. Again, it was not above a certain level and I did not feel any injuries that caused my arm to become crippled. This was as combat-ready as I could find with my medical attention.

I sighed after a speechless experiment.

"Phew... That's quite an ability."

"Of course. I never thought I'd see a real lump of steel alive..."

The astonishing eyes were not only black horses, but also non-black swords. He would, too, because I was okay with a sharp rise in combat strength as soon as I got the Golden Ingot.

Even if my overall public awareness or supernatural power did not increase, it was tremendous because I could prevent the other person's spiritual feasts from being abrasive. A skill similar to the opponent means that he can never lose, and not only that, if he becomes cute, he will gain the advantage. Moreover, since the risk of death was also greatly reduced, I could argue that such a good blessing is really hard to see.

At that time, Choon Woo-jin, who was staring at me nonsense, said.

"What a convenient interpretation by the Muslims."

The gaze on the left turned towards Cheonwoojin. Cheonwoojin said bluntly, sitting on a rock.

"Let me ask you, have any of you seen the real owner of the iron ingot?"

At least I don't have one.

"Hehe."

The Jegalsa was also just smiling nonchalantly, making it clear that she would not shake her head. As I gazed at the gumma and the zero-blade, they said, clearing their eyes a little embarrassingly.

"Hmmm... I've heard rumors that the Shrine of Shaolin has reached its limit."

"The mighty eclipse (? I've seen Qi and the Master of the Forbidden Sect... but he who is worthy of being called the Golden Ingot..."

Cheonwoojin smiled as if he knew it would be so.

"Look at that. You're only fitting in because the Hundred Eyes ability that you see is the most similar to what the Muslims think of the gills. It must be true that no one in the world knows what the power of Samsung Oze Jeolluk is capable of."

"Don't you know? You mean the power of the Hundred Goons isn't indestructible?"

"I didn't say that. It's probably just another ability that looks like a rebar."

"Hmm."

Choon Woo-jin seemed to say so. Didn't I tell you clearly that I gave you the power of the Adamantine? Jegalsa interrupted and said.

"Come on, you'll soon find out what you're capable of as an apostle. Let's save time for now."

"Let's do it."

We're disbanding soon. The sword and the non-sword were originally Muslims, so they had to be sent back to their original position. Also, I didn't have a reason to hold on to Cheonwoojin anymore, and Cheonwoojin insisted firmly on my proposal to come with me to see Chilyo.

"No."

"Aren't you interested in Chilyo?"

"It's an interesting but not dangerous story. Why should I fight such a dangerous battle with the Guardians of Tuo? You want me to fight for free?"

"......"

"Don't try to push people around for free."

Cheon Woo-jin, who spoke recklessly, soon disappeared with the law of livestock. I tasted it because Cheonwoojin's words were not wrong at all. Choon Woo-jin was the most talented colleague I could recruit at this point, so I wanted to use it everywhere, but I couldn't handle it so easily.

Jegalsa said.

"Let's go quickly. It's better to do it in advance."

"Pre-Work?"

"Shouldn't we plant eyes and ears?"

I could immediately understand what Jegalsa meant. Soon after arriving at Taisan Fortress, Jegalsa and I approached the commanders who were confused by King Xerxes' drinking technique and began to divorce them. Now that I have brought the bags through the Divorce Act, I will be able to look at their audio-visual and control their behavior when I want to. It was also known that this was a practical experience of divorce law.

I returned to the Ghost Song with the Jegalsa. I pondered and asked the Jegalsa.

"Jegalsa, do you think it would be all right if I brought a stove right now?"

When the veil of the veil of the veil disappears, bringing the veil of the veil is like that of the X.O. All you have to do is light it up and go back and forth. However, I was asking the bookkeeper for his opinion because I had burned myself in a fireplace while acting quickly the last time.

"Heh. I thought you'd ask me that question."

Hiccup!

Zegalsa, who stepped on the platform and peeled the hide off of the horse with a mechanical device, said.

"Wait for it. We need to make sure we're ready for a better chance."

"What do you mean?"

"Baek Wung, don't you remember? Another treasure hidden in the Seal of the Furnace..."

"Ah!"

I suddenly realized what Zegalsa said and cried out.

"Melting!"

Melting!

It was one of the pieces of information I had in the past.

[Obviously, the Bishop asked me to find the molten water. Since that day, I have been granted free access to the Liberian Church and have been able to speak to the Confederate Lions face to face. And traveled the world in search of the existence of molten water.]

[The Pope said it was an ancient breed of refreshing water with the power of Maitreya to come.] A place where a divine being called Buddha can come.]

[Melting Water is said to be a creature waiting for a stubborn time, warming his seed with a firearm beside the Vibo of Tuesday.] In other words, if we can find the hidden location of the brazier, we can also get the molten water.]

A piece of information revealed by Congressman Cheonghao, the Oriental Integrity of the Celestial Monster! It was about the molten water hidden next to the beaver of a brazier.

"Hmm, molten water..."

I wasn't thinking about melting because I was drinking hungry because the difficulty of getting it was so high. I put together some information about the molten water and told the Zegalsa.

"Zegalsa. The temple of the vase I saw showed only peach trees, but no molten water. You think there's gonna be molten water lying around?"

"Maybe so?"

Thud

Zegalsa, who once again pressed the scaffold to cut the hide, said.

"That's why you have to wait. We could do it right now with a vase, but we can't even get the molten metal out. Plus, the moment you get a torch, you restore the seal, and there's no chance of getting the molten water out."

"I see..."

I shed a tear because of something I hadn't thought of. Until you get the furnace, you need to get even the molten water to get the maximum benefit. Zegalsa stopped cutting the leather and stood up from the machine and said,

"I don't know what kind of ability molten water is, but there must be a reason why the Soviet Church is looking for molten water to cure the schizophrenic's monstrosity. Shouldn't the Catholic Church be aware of the existence of Chilyo and notice that they've found molten water rather than Chilyo?"

I said I was in a hurry to think of what Jegalsa had to say.

"You think solubility can cure a curse like the Black and White Sovereign Union?"

"Ten-foot-two. The Vailian monk is a knowledgeable Madosan, and somewhere in the book he must have thought of reading the lore and searching for molten water. And you didn't ask the Confederacy to find out about the location of the molten water and its ability."

Zegalsa folded her arms as if it were natural.

"The Sovereign Church released Eastern Integrity from the very beginning, knowing what the molten water is capable of. In other words, the Soviet Church is the most knowledgeable about the solubility of water under heaven. If you know your abilities, you know what you have to do to gather them."

"Hmm…"

"Can't you see what needs to be done?"

I nodded at Zegalsa's words.

"We need to get as much information about the molten water as the bishop knows."

"First, we need to figure out what the molten metal is so we can figure out how to find it in a short time. It doesn't just end with plowing the land of the flower cathedral with soil."

You need to negotiate with the Bishop in order to obtain information about the molten water. I was troubled by the unexpected premise.

"I never thought I'd get involved with a bishop like this..."

I don't hate the parishioner, but I cannot ally with him or enter under his command. It is because the laws of the living elder and the way of Vacuum Incense are so harsh and dangerous that it is necessary for the kingdom of heaven or the old ruler to have Dale. At least if I don't have enough power to control the monarch by getting the seventh, I should not train with him. It was likely the same end as the 19th life.

Jegalsa laughed.

"... but you have a limited amount of treasure to get high end information just by giving something to the Bishop right now. You put a lot of effort into the ceremony when you came all this way."

"Ugh..."

It was a painful point. I used to have a lot of treasure, so I couldn't control it, but I was pretty much gone to spread it to fresh fish, public consciousness, and the like. Now, I could not say that there were so many things in the empty words except for what was absolutely necessary. Moreover, the monk was a wicked raccoon, so he might rob himself of everything he had.

"What should we do?"

I thought about it for a while, but I didn't remember the trick, so I asked the Jegalsa for her opinion. Then Jegalsa said.

"That's what I just said, but it's too dangerous to get in touch with the bishop. Then it's better to find someone else who knows about the molten water. There's only one of them who could do that."

"......?"

Zegalsa's eyes changed sharply.

"Negotiate with the Liberators in Vietnam."